*** the Fog the Pain the Loss the Grief the Waste the Carnage the Courage the Sadness the Madness the Heartache the Brokenness the Remembering the Forgetting the Suffering the Forgiving the Renewing the Honoring the Healing the Hoping the Redeeming the Madness the Madness the Echos the Madness the Madness *** *** See 1-minute snippets of wisdom and other musings from the world’s great thinkers and artists, accompanied by lovely photography at Traversing’s 1-minute Facebook mini-blog: http://www.facebook.com/TraversingBlog Twitter: @AndrewHidas Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/andrewhidas/ Deep appreciation to the photographers! Elizabeth Haslam, whose photos (except for the books) grace the rotating banner at…
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With all due respect for how to best register one’s views on the great issues of the day by adopting one or another postural position during the playing of the National Anthem, I fear President Trump’s odious and frightening comments on NFL game rules are being drowned out. That’s a shame, because his views reveal willful disregard not only for the dead-serious problem of brain injuries in NFL players, but also the larger issue of violence as entertainment and opiate for the masses. For all of the president’s characteristic crudity in using his bully pulpit to call out “sons of bitches” who…
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Poems can be read a thousand ways. We bring what we know, what we have read and heard, what we have experienced, to each of them in their turn, you responding to certain images and lines that inflame your memory or imagination beyond all explanation, me responding to others. Both of us adding all of it up for ourselves into a prevailing gestalt, an often inchoate feeling of, “Something about this moves me.” Or not. Often, as it does in former U.S. Poet Laureate Rita Dove’s “I Have Been a Stranger in a Strange Land,” a poem takes its time,…
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When I was probably 12 years old, I took some of my paper route money and, improbable as it sounds about an era when rock & roll was ascendant and all youths thought that “adult” music was just as impossibly square as they do today, bought the album, “The Shadow of Your Smile” by the pop crooner Andy Williams. Part of my rationale was that my mom was a huge fan of his, and I knew she would enjoy the music on the family’s newly purchased console with “stereo hi-fi.” (Is that perhaps the great-grandfather of “wi-fi?”) Another part was that I had…